Rats

We don’t have rats in Alberta. Over 50 years ago the provincial government waged war at the border to keep out rats scurrying from the east of Canada where they disembarked European ships after WWII. I saw my first rat en vivo surveying the trash banquet one night on Av. Corrientes in Buenos Aires. It…

¡Qué Quilombo!

I like the word. Even though it’s Lunfardo, you’re supposed to further distort it in polite company—bolomqui—or something like that—because although it pretends to translate to “warehouse,” the actual translation is “whorehouse,” but it’s used to indicate a “shitstorm”—or plainly—What a mess! Yes, most Lunfardo is that complicated . . . and you thought you…